tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75271584831462021272024-03-14T03:11:21.414+08:00Talk less, dance more.<center>Our narrative of a rock n roll family on the road to infamy and our journey to independence by way of China. It might get bumpy, but I wouldn't have it any other way</center>rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.comBlogger365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-36304050222075407142010-04-16T11:04:00.002+08:002010-04-16T11:04:47.138+08:00*peeks in*Pssst! I think I'm moving back over here for my sanity's sake.<br />
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Anyone still around?rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-74894606437363014582009-12-31T21:35:00.002+08:002009-12-31T21:35:16.684+08:00i've been defeated...Firewall issues have initiated a long considered change of venue.<br />
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Hope to see you there!rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-30904941764902327212009-12-20T11:10:00.000+08:002009-12-20T11:10:26.701+08:00My lazy ass finished a project...Apparently, one of my biggest symptoms this pregnancy is complete lack of knitting motivation...<br />
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But since it is tradition for Quinlon to get a pair of knitted longies for Christmas, I had no choice but to kick my ass in gear. Last year was soooo much easier with only an 8 inch inseam and smaller hips. This year, his inseam is 11 inches! <br />
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WIPs (Works in Progress) include a pair of socks for a friend and a blanket that is 2/3 done that was SUPPOSED to be a wedding gift back in June. DOH!rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-24110190341266878812009-12-18T15:50:00.000+08:002009-12-18T15:50:02.018+08:00And because I refuseto let the drama llama eat my day, back to our regularly scheduled program of blogging.<br />
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Christmas plans.<br />
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Surprisingly, I CAN buy decorations at various stores. Even more surprising, a freaking 10 inch wide crappy plastic wreath is 50 yuan. I would pay no more than $2 at the flea market for this thing. Out of control.<br />
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We're planning dinner. It's either going to be yumminess at home with our soon to arrive houseguests (they get here the 22nd) or we'll be going out with our American friends for a lamb dinner with all the fixings.<br />
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Quinlon has a ton of presents waiting for him to open and then I think we will go have breakfast at the donut place.<br />
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I'm excited. It's going to be an awesome Christmas despite being so far from our families. I freaking love Christmas at Granny's house... the food, the laughter, the awesome moments with family. I wish we had been able to come back this year. HOPEFULLY next year we can... with an almost 3 year old and a 6 month old Panda (OMG).rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-88137199122520359042009-12-18T09:28:00.001+08:002009-12-18T09:29:43.884+08:00I haz a sad...Turns out I was wrong about a certain member of my family. Thought she was cool, and such... but apparently she is the least tolerant of all my family.<br />
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Nice to know.<br />
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Please, if anyone else feels I have insulted or "screwed" them over tell me now. I've never set out to make my blog offensive or closed-minded, anything but, actually. I have followers/commenters from so many walks of life and always prided myself on the fact that I was loved and respected by such a variety of people. In turn, I love and respect those people for accepting me as I am with respect and understanding.<br />
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I guess it hurts least when you are "disowned" by the notoriously most hot-blooded, unreasonable person in your family. Yes, I remember the stupid dramatic fights of holidays past... Funny how the majority of them involved this one person. I guess this year is no different, but I am the target because it's easy to be mean to someone online when you can <i>rally the troops</i> in my absence.<br />
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Correct me if I am wrong, but that behavior seems FAR from what you are waving in my face as "the truth". I'm not ignorant. I know your "truths" so don't try to use it as a weapon because you are angry. If you want drama, seek it elsewhere. I like the peace I have in my life and will gladly write you out of it as you requested because your behavior is far from what I love and adore about MANY Christians who are integral parts of my life.<br />
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Merry Christmas to you too.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-67822480408612267422009-12-16T18:20:00.000+08:002009-12-16T18:20:15.469+08:00Happy 2nd trimester to, meeeeeeeee!Quite a nice milestone in my, oh, so humble opinion. Sadly, there was no celebration today as I feel sort of off.<br />
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Like I've been chasing a toddler and picking shit up all day and my uterus/tummy area is sorta pissed off. Sore... Not really crampy, just heavy and sore. Most likely it's the stretching stuff because there are no other signs that it is something bad (no bleeding, cramping, hoo-ha pressure, etc). So, I've been <i>trying</i> (bahaha, we know how that usually turns out, now don't we?) to stay off my feet. <br />
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Of course, Quinlon decides to be a little needy punk today. Mostly it's been directed toward Donnie, which, while I find it highly amusing, still makes it stressful for me because he SUCKS at multitasking (yes, even things as simple as holding a child and surfing the internet) and has been desperately trying to study for his upcoming exams. So I hear little person whine followed often and quickly by the big person's whine or voice of some significant frustration and then mommy-radar starts blaring and I have to go try and peel little person off big person and explain to big person that he really needs to be more patient with the little person who is clingy to him because he missed him so desperately while he was gone for a week.<br />
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Good times.<br />
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Oh, did I mention my refrigerator is an angry elf? Yeah... stopped working completely the other night. Woke up yesterday morning to stench. It <i>might<b> </b></i>be fixed now, but we're still trying to figure out if the lingering odd smell is from the moldy noodles that were hidden in the back or if it is a coolant leak. I just paid 442 yuan for that coolant so it damn well better stay the fuck where it belongs.<br />
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In productivity news, I wrote almost 400 words for the book AND swept two rooms AND picked up toys... thrice! No wonder my stomach/uterus is pissed off.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-15289226374548698622009-12-15T10:51:00.000+08:002009-12-15T10:51:04.633+08:00Life is so strange...I watch beautiful amazing people take a beating, but blink and other beautiful amazing people are being lifted up. I know it's all cyclical, it's just so odd to watch the juxtaposition of different cycles at different places in time happening around me.<br />
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I don't want those super awesome people to hurt. I know they don't really want it either, but I DO know, watching from the other side of some of their struggles, that they will perservere and become even more awesome. Watching that progression of personal growth when someone gets knocked on their ass but gets up, dusts themselves off and start the climb again is inspiring and humbling in that it very vividly recalls the times when I was sitting on my ass in the dirt, blinking and trying to figure out how the fuck I got there. <br />
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And most importantly, it makes me grateful beyond words for the wonderful things I DO have (like a toddler who keeps trying to shove books into my hands while I am typing because he wants me to hold the book while he <i>reads</i> to me).<br />
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For those of you waiting for the dust to clear, to get your bearings and find the strength to start again: You can do it. You feel hopeless, and beaten, defeated and forgotten, but you are NOT. You are human and you are beautiful and precious and things can only get better each time you start the climb again. I believe in you.<br />
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And for those of us currently climbing and enjoying the break from the hard knocks, love it, appreciate it, NEVER take it for granted. It's temporary. The only things in life that count are what you decide to do with the shit you are handed when you're flat on rock bottom with the breath knocked out of you. Keep climbing and reach down and lend a hand to someone who needs a little boost.<br />
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I love you. All of you. And if you need a hand... take mine.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-82499120548949530432009-12-13T20:07:00.002+08:002009-12-13T20:17:57.742+08:00le sigh...I miss my husband. His return has been delayed and he has to stay overnight in Beijing. :(<br />
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I'm totally pouting at the universe right now.<br />
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Today was rough and not in the toddler won't calm the fuck down sort of way. I wasn't even home with him for a good portion of the day because I had classes to teach today.<br />
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But I'm drained. Quinlon had a rough night for some reason. I got headbutted in the mouth and nose separately during the night by the tossing and turning little hellion. And when he was being restless, it seemed I was up peeing.<br />
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And it's COLD. Walking/waiting for the bus/taxi in this weather wears me out. I don't know why. <br />
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T-minus 40 minutes until bedtime starts. WOOT!rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-56545040262287423242009-12-12T19:09:00.000+08:002009-12-12T19:09:21.078+08:00For what it's worthI still haven't managed to sit down and write (we had two days in a row of shitty napping and all out toddler mayhem) but I did manage to sweep and mop the disgusting dining room and hall floor AND my giant mountain of laundry is down to 1 more load.. maybe a touch more.<br />
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Also, made a concentrated effort at resuming daily play/learn time with Q. So far, he's loving it, and I'm glad to be plugged into the idiot box so much and back into MY life. <br />
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My knitting that suffered is now getting resumed, woo! Hell, I'll even have Q's Christmas pants done in time for Christmas morning.<br />
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Donnie comes home tomorrow night (YAY!) and I am so happy. I miss him so much. We've really hit our stride lately, marriage wise, and it feels FUCKING good after all the struggle we went through to get here. Marriage is hard. But so worth it.<br />
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Only 9 more days until our house guests/temporary roommates arrive and thankfully my list of "OMG get the house presentable" things is about half done. The living room is still haphazard, but a lot of that is due to limited storage space. I coat rack and some shelves will solve that nicely, I am just waiting for Donnie to return so I can get him to help.<br />
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Annnnd I just caught Quinlon climbing on the chair that is LAID DOWN (because he was using it to climb on the table when it was standing up) to, you guessed it, climb on the table and take candy out of my purse. Oy.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-43084027873029673582009-12-09T13:35:00.000+08:002009-12-09T13:35:04.918+08:00I need to write more.The book. It's... there. The ideas, their swirling about and some of them are exquisitely good. Lately, the problem hasn't been material, but sheer lack of motivation.<br />
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I'm lazy. And a major drawback to my ADHD issues is that when lists get too long, I get overwhelmed and shut down.<br />
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My list won't stop growing:<br />
<b>Clean house</b> - gotta catch back up first of all from being so uselessly sick, THEN have to go above and beyond because we have people coming to stay with us for a week or so in only 2 weeks.<br />
<b>Learn Chinese </b>- I'm terrible at this one. Studying has never been a strong suit and if I actually have a classroom setting, I've never needed to study because I am such a quick learner that usually the lesson itself is sufficient for me to learn the material.<br />
<b>Write amazing novel good enough to get me published and start a career - </b>Yeah, no pressure. I've realized that I need to get a notebook and start handwriting my thoughts because often, I have the most productive brainstorms when not near my computer. But I've never written a book, the idea alone is daunting. I can write a damn good essay, but the concept of actually making something as long as a book cohesive and intelligible has always given me a lump of anxiety. And then actually finding the quiet time for both writing AND the previous item (studying) that is not punctuated by a toddler yelling that he peed in my shoe or falling off the back of the couch or stealing the honey and pouring it in his diaper... *sigh* Not an ideal working environment for anyone, let alone someone who has attention/focus issues as prominent as mine.<br />
<b>Deal constructively and positively with the terrible twos</b> - Congrats to us, we've officially hit the 'no' shouting, toy throwing, food spitting, hitting, tantruming terrible twos. Fun. No. Really.<br />
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All this while maintaining the normal everyday tasks like cooking and playing/teaching Q and oh, yeah... growing a baby. Also, have I mentioned I am still sleeping like utter shit? Yeah, apparently this pregnancy is going to be one where sleep and I are not terribly friendly with each other.<br />
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So I shut down and fight the urge to mindlessly watch TV or surf the internet all day. I've been slowing getting better, but it's hard. So hard. And Donnie is out of town on an impromptu trip to help a friend for a week and now I'm handling this whole list without the little help Donnie can provide in the midst of his to-do list overload with school.<br />
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There, I've admitted what a sorry useless loser I've been lately and I feel better. Making it public gives me more accountability in making the steps to improve this rut I've found myself in.<br />
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First things first.... I forgot to brush my teeth and now it's 1:30 PM. Oy. It's a start at least. Then I'll finish my gigantic cup of Italian roast coffee, eat lunch with the Q-monster, put him down for a nap and try to make a dent somewhere in my list.<br />
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Yes, it's a start.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-2084334088222339902009-12-08T17:32:00.000+08:002009-12-08T17:32:30.355+08:00No words...I'm hurting for the loss of someone special. There are no words I can say to make her hurt better or change a bad result.<br />
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So I pray.<br />
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Go over to my soul mate <a href="http://bisforbrown.blogspot.com/">Summer's blog</a> and post something to brighten her so very cloudy day. She just received news that her 3rd IVF attempt wasn't successful and is mourning her three little birdies.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-68154168504109416112009-12-07T10:47:00.000+08:002009-12-07T10:47:40.159+08:00Belly pictures as promised!I think I look a wee bit pregnant now.<br />
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Also notice the SMALLER boobs. I'm blaming the weight loss from early weeks and the fact that Q only nurses 4x in a 24 hour period so my milk supply is minimal.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-62884951705445066812009-12-06T12:47:00.000+08:002009-12-06T12:47:16.251+08:00Happy 12 weeks...I forget the exact #s but all the statistics laud 12 weeks as a happy time when the chance of miscarriage drops considerably... is it 5ish%? Hell, it's obvious this is #2 because I know I was armed to the teeth with this info when I was pregnant with Quinlon. <br />
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I'll be taking a belly picture today SOMETIME to get back on even weeks so I can compare them more accurately to last time's pictures.<br />
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Please pray for Summer and her 3 birdies tonight. After a early BFN on HPTs she has her beta tomorrow morning (USA time, not mine obviously). Please, goddess, she deserves joy not more heartache.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-44743557848468496122009-12-04T15:06:00.002+08:002009-12-18T09:19:42.665+08:00Holiday randomness...::Due to some immature family drama... Here is a nice little disclaimer: I don't think the current Christmas is evil or "DARK". I don't think people who are religious are wrong and shouldn't celebrate Jesus. I DO think if this offended you, you do not know me at all because, if nothing else, I strive to respect all people's beliefs. So, put your big girl panties on LYNDA and face that fact that this was NOT about you, but about someone in my life who has insulted me repeatedly regarding Christmas. ::<br />
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I don't really consider myself huge on Christmas. Not Christian, so that whole aspect is moot and while I have always LOVED the food and family time, the actual goings on leading up to the day annoy me for the most part. Of course, there are exceptions, I love parties and gift exchanges and cookies and decorating, but the Christmas songs constantly being shoved down my throat everywhere I go and the people that just... overdo it. *sigh* You know the ones I am talking about. And, call me a grinch, but I don't love 90% of Christmas movies. I like the Grinch, Elf and the old claymation ones, especially Rudolph, but the rest make me grit my teeth and contemplate knitting needles in the eyes.<br />
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And on a tangent, I totally get annoyed with the in-your-face-uber-Christians who think they invented this damn holiday... uh NO! The Catholic Church ganked the celebration from the pagans thinking that if they just merged the holidays it would ease the heathen's transition into their dogma. <br />
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Originally, the Romans had a fun little festival they celebrated the week of Dec 17-25 that ended in the slaughter of an innocent person. Quaint. Christmas actually has quite the dark past... Read all about it <a href="http://www.simpletoremember.com/vitals/Christmas_TheRealStory.htm">here</a>.<br />
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So, lack of PCness aside, I do love the holiday because I love giving gifts. Sometimes I struggle with WHAT to give, but I have always been quite fond of making others happy with thoughtful gifts. <br />
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Nikon D3000 (this is a definite this year since it coincides with me writing a non fiction book about China that needs photographs) <br />
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YARN! Mama needs to knit socks and happy things for Panda and Q!<br />
And some yoga style sweatpants and extra long tanks and tees from American Apparel because maternity clothes in China are the leftover 1980s rejects from the US but WORSE.<br />
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So, what is on your wishlist?rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-28581923092391596122009-12-02T14:38:00.000+08:002009-12-02T14:38:24.321+08:00A further note on "A change of plans" post...We decided to be safe and choose a boys name in case Panda has a penis or Panda turns out to be fraternal boy/girl twins that DO run in our family.<br />
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So the names we like for a boy are also very Gaelic. No middle name picked as of yet, either. We haven't found the right fit yet.<br />
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Aodh (pronounced Eee)<br />
Bligh (pronounced Bly)<br />
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Funny that both are monosyllabic when I am pretty big on 2 syllable names, but they sound so pretty spoken and if it is twins, sound fabulous with Beibhinn.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-72260264664843349602009-12-02T14:07:00.000+08:002009-12-02T14:07:36.146+08:00Passing on a fan-freaking-tastic deal!http://photoworks.com is running a few specials!<br />
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* Free Photo Clutch Book - use code C3733859796 (it is the patterned clutch)<br />
* Free Pack of 25 Photo Paper Holiday Cards - use code C3733852365 (MUST be "photo paper" style cards)<br />
* Free 11" x 8" Photo Calendar - use code C3733858476<br />
* $25 coupon towards any other photo creation - use code C3733847579<br />
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You can only use one code per account and transaction. So if you want to use all 4, you would have to have 4 separate accounts with 4 different emails.<br />
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If you use any of the first 3 codes, it is completely free, even standard shipping! The 4th code you will have to pay shipping on your order even if the item is less than $25. Either way, still a SWEET deal and just in time for the holidays!rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-55580764122498694542009-12-01T15:06:00.000+08:002009-12-01T15:06:02.066+08:00I almost forgot!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Gs34Hst1aI/SxTARZL2v4I/AAAAAAAAApk/11MT44G9O4g/s1600/nablo.didit.1109.120x90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Gs34Hst1aI/SxTARZL2v4I/AAAAAAAAApk/11MT44G9O4g/s640/nablo.didit.1109.120x90.jpg" /></a><br />
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Those flutters make my heart melt and when I exclaim, "Panda's kicking me!" Donnie runs over and puts his face to my belly desperately trying to join in the moment. Despite me constantly reminding him it's still quite a while before she will kick hard enough for him to feel on the outside, he keeps trying.<br />
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And on another but related note, please send all sticky/positive/pregnant vibes you have to my new BFF, Summer over at <a href="http://bisforbrown.blogspot.com/">her corner of blogland</a>. She's fought long and hard for this chance at mommyhood and is currently keeping her feet up while three perfect little embryos dig in and get comfy for the next 9 months. I want it to work for her so badly that I dream about it at night. <3rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-9875585792262647222009-11-30T17:33:00.000+08:002009-11-30T17:33:53.066+08:0011 week belly...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs112.snc3/15944_1284957246196_1298097355_1764921_3193102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs112.snc3/15944_1284957246196_1298097355_1764921_3193102_n.jpg" width="237" /></a><br />
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And this was sucking in. After I eat and relax it looks soooo hugerocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-64887612417728360082009-11-29T20:27:00.000+08:002009-11-29T20:27:01.348+08:00Hmm, change of plans...Remember the name post...? <a href="http://criminallyeloquent.blogspot.com/2009/11/name-game.html">Here </a>it is, if you don't.<br />
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Well, Donnie has been calling Panda Taili late and despite initially liking the name for this baby, as time wore on it just didn't <i>fit</i>.<br />
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I'm not even sure that will make sense, but it seemed to cute-sy frilly for the vibe I am getting from Panda.<br />
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Sooo, I said as much to Donnie and we went back to the drawing board.<br />
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And we found, THE name. When I said it out loud, it just sounded so right. Same middle name, because that has always been set in stone for the next kiddo.<br />
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So the new and improved (in my opinion) perfect name is:<br />
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Beibhinn (pronounced BAY-vin) Page<br />
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We decided to go with the traditional Gaelic spelling because it looks prettier than Bayvinn to us. It means "white" or "fair lady".<br />
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So there you have it. rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-75013665483479572662009-11-28T11:06:00.000+08:002009-11-28T11:06:04.678+08:00I love hyenacart.comNot only is it a huge collection of work at home mom (WAHM) artisans who emphasize natural living/parenting and recycling, but it is my favorite place to buy hand dyed yarn (you know me, the yarn whore) and there are always free for shipping (FFS) drawings.<br />
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I won two free t-shirts for Q and a free gorgeous sock knitting pattern!<br />
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Shirts!<br />
http://hyenacart.com/nuffsaid/index.php?p=57316<br />
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Socks!<br />
http://hyenacart.com/prod_details.php?id=34995&vid=1253<br />
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Definitely check out the site. There is something for everyone, even if you don't cloth diaper or knit. Just be aware you will probably lose a few hours out of your day browsing! rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-40153298831651382072009-11-27T21:13:00.000+08:002009-11-27T21:13:03.172+08:00Reason # 405 why I am a cool mom.I let Quinlon draw all over the walls.<br />
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Why are you a cool mom/wife/lady?rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-19604459923210265582009-11-26T14:52:00.000+08:002009-11-26T14:52:33.622+08:00Phew...It feels nice to stop puking. Thank goddess it was only a 24 hour bug.<br />
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for the first time in WEEKS, I actually got a good nights sleep. No tossing and turning and only got up to pee once! *happy dance*<br />
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Q is napping and I am screwing around on facebook since I feel like a million bucks with a full night's sleep under the belt and will probably start on the second leg of Q's X-mas longies. It's mandarin orange season (I know, I'd be jealous too) and Q ate 3 since we got home and fell asleep with half of the 4th still in his mouth. ::giggle::<br />
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Thanksgiving dinner tonight at a nice restaurant with all our foreigner friends. Should be LOTS of fun and better yet lots of good AMERICAN food. *happy dance #2* Now too bad I can't have a nice glass of wine with my meal... While I do indulge a little bit during pregnancy, I reserve it for 2nd and 3rd trimester. Only juice for me please!<br />
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I can't believe this is Quinlon's SECOND Thanksgiving. Wow. Time flies so fast and even being aware of that fact still doesn't ease the shock of realizations like that one.<br />
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I'll skip the yearly rant about Native American slaughter and all that jazz because, while I still find it very important, I've chosen to view this year as a day to just contemplate all the things I have and the sacrifices of others that helped me get here.<br />
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And of course, the obligatory thankful list:<br />
-my health<br />
-my family<br />
-my amazing, wonderful, adoring, handsome husband whom gives me the world time and time again.<br />
-my beautiful, awe-inspiring son who makes me smile and reminds me constantly of how blessed I truly am.<br />
-the tiny little kumquat in my tummy who I feel fluttering around from time to time. Grow little panda! We are so happy that we get to be your family. <br />
-my friends, real life and online. Honestly, I make no differentiation in my mind. You are ALL precious to me<br />
-the special family in Houston, TX who gave when they didn't have to and opened their hearts and home to us in our time of need, thank you. We love you all so much and everyday I pray your dreams come true and that your Lord blesses you beyond measure. Thank you seems so shallow. <br />
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Happy Thanksgiving, friends. rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-12215085226997328862009-11-26T14:36:00.000+08:002009-11-26T14:36:51.358+08:00Now, if only the US would follow suit...But they won't.<br />
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<a href="http://drmomma.blogspot.com/2009/11/c-section-not-best-for-breech-birth.html">Breech vaginal birth is no more risky than regular head first presentation.</a><br />
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I knew this. But then again I am quite the natural birth advocate and had an awesome veteran midwife who had seen and delivered EVERYTHING with a transfer rate of less than 1%. There are some situations where breech <i>can</i> be more dangerous such as a short cord, but statistics are showing that the fearmongering OBs do to women over breech is unnecessary and more importantly INACCURATE. <br />
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Way to go Canada!rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527158483146202127.post-38361161083411549452009-11-25T16:19:00.000+08:002009-11-25T16:19:00.783+08:00And the hits just keep on coming...Woke up at 4 AM puking. Not morning sickness puking, but full on stomach virus puking until there is nothing but bile left.<br />
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Puked and had diarrhea all morning until about 11 when I managed to keep some 7Up down. Since then I've eaten half a banana and some crackers and a popcicle with manageable results.<br />
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I feel like I got hit by a fucking truck.<br />
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I promise a post with more substance soon. I'm just not up to much of anything other than vegging out in front of TV and sleeping.rocket.queen.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09004670030244521250noreply@blogger.com6